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Tag Archives: loss
It’s just a shell. Small but perfect, Picked up on the beach that day. Its sits beside the little stone you found, Children hand in hand Along a winter shore. It’s just a shell. Nothing very special There were hundreds … Continue reading
Heather hued beauty Reminder of memories Moments lost from time *
The last thing she believed was that her great-grandmother’s words had been literal. The old woman was prone to tall tales, lore and fairies, rumors and gossip, odd potions and odder notions. There were always layers of meaning. Lessons. Some … Continue reading
We ran like children, playing in the snow, Geriatric teenagers with joints that creaked, While our tears froze, Ignored in laughter. We talked the wine away, until the sun rose Greeting it together, barefoot in the dew With a fierce … Continue reading
Reblogged from Strange Goings On in the Shed: “They said you had a vacant room for rent.” I open the door to find a, Raven standing there. Okay, this is going to be interesting. That was how my last post … Continue reading
Here I am, Standing and staring uncomprehendingly It is just my imagination or is it really you? The face I see everywhere I look and go I loved you in life with all my soul Continue reading at Keep it … Continue reading
There were hollows underneath the old ruins. They could be reached through the small shadowy glen that indented the hill where the remains of the stone structure stood. Da had said that the underground spaces had likely been storerooms, but … Continue reading
There were flowers. Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast, All lace and diamonds. Long black gloves And painted lips, As she left, laughing. A child who watched As the door closed. * There were flowers… Yellow tulips, Cellophane and … Continue reading
“Learn to listen,” He-Who-Runs-With-Crooked-Legs told him as they sat to whittle spears and arrows out of saplings. The old man’s hands moved the sharp bone deftly over the yielding wood, smoothing any bumps that could confuse an arrow’s spirit and … Continue reading